Swiftcurrent Creek the aftermath

In her element, it seemed—a creature that didn’t speak much, and yet Akavir was keen on knowing more of her. Aside from the fact she carried his children—a thought he had yet to determine how he felt or what he would do—she intrigued him. Subtle, soft, and alluring.

She bid him to follow her movement and he complied—stocky form dipping lower to the frozen earth, a nip given to her hock playfully before he ducked away, skirting away, eyes now fast upon the fox she had targeted. It wasn’t usually his chosen prey—and yet he knew she did not necessarily seek it for the meat it offered—the red fur would be downy. Soft.

A cloud for her to nest upon and to deliver the future of the creek.